This wooden sword is only as long as the palm of an ordinary person's hand.

"Using an ordinary wooden sword, although in terms of power and speed, it can't reach the level of using the natal sword, but some seniors who have advanced cultivation, even if they use ordinary grass and trees, the power can be stronger than that of those who have cultivated to a low level. ”

The short wooden sword was handed to Yougen's hand, and Wugen's face was solemn.

"For thousands of years, my sect has created a set of fencing techniques through induction, this set of swordsmanship is not used to deal with ordinary martial artists, this set of swordsmanship is against cultivators. ”

The thumb of the rootless right hand holds the finger and ring finger together, and the middle and index fingers meet and stand in front of the root's face.

"This is a sword finger, whether it is a human or a demon, anyone who has a natal magic weapon, because there is a magic weapon that communicates with their own mind, when fighting, as long as the mind moves, the magic weapon will evolve into all kinds of magical powers, but they still have to make a seal, even if it is only one seal. ”

Wugen released the fingers of the sword, spread his hands in front of Yougen, and crossed his fingers.

"My sect is a sword cultivator, so the disciples of the Wild Sect, most of the knots are sword fingers, but in order to cultivate for the disciples of the sect who have not yet entered the Dao, they can fight against those who have magic weapons and realize supernatural powers, this set of fencing techniques, after several inductions and simplifications, there are only eighteen mudras in total, but they contain more than 100 kinds of magical powers, as long as the junior brother can use them skillfully, even if he encounters great power in the future, even if he is invincible, it should be no problem to escape. ”

Yougen looked down at the short dagger-like wooden sword in his hand and nodded.

"Okay, senior brother. ”

"But when you're just getting started, I'll teach you the first three first, and then I'll teach you the art of luck. After saying that, a trace of guilt appeared on Wugen's face.

There is a root that does not perceive.

When cooking in the afternoon, I followed the rootless water to cook rice, and there were three more white lines on the rooted robe with a smile on his face.

After eating, Yougen consciously fetched a bucket of well water and washed the bowls.

Together with Wugen, after saluting the people of Kedao, he returned to his ear room alone.

At night, Yougen sat on a cushion, familiarized himself with the new line of luck, and while he practiced the short wooden sword for a while, then closed his eyes and silently read the Tao Te Ching.

Read silently until dawn.

Then, Rootroot fell asleep.

Wugen pushed open the wooden door, shook awake and sat on the cushion, sleeping soundly with roots.

"What are you doing?"

"Senior brother, it's dawning, get up quickly. ”

“...... Uh" a root lay on the ground, and one rolled up the skin on the ground.

"Give me five more minutes. ”

"......" was silent for a moment, and then took out a roll of animal skins from his sleeve.

"Senior brother!" Just as Wugen was about to shake the animal skin, Yougen suddenly jumped up from the ground and said with an excited face.

"I'm up, I'm up!"

"Just get up and follow me to the master. ”

"Yes. Yougen's expression was shriveled, and his face was visibly tired.

Rootless took Root, walked through the corridor outside the ear room, and came to the hall in front of the Taoist temple.

The man sat upright on the cushion with his eyes closed.

Wugen took out six long incense sticks from his sleeve, divided them among three roots, and first put incense on the bronze statue.

There is a root holding a long incense stick and follows closely.

Wugen retreated to the front of Kedaoren, knelt down and bowed to the bronze statue.

There is a root that follows.

"There's a guest coming the day after tomorrow. After standing up after standing up, Kedao, who had closed his eyes, spoke.

"In the past two days, you have been cleaning the Taoist temple. ”

Hearing this, Wugen's face showed a look of surprise, and he was stunned for a moment before bowing slightly. "Yes, Master. “

Seeing this, Yougen also bowed down.

"Rootless, you go to the nearby lake tomorrow to catch some guinea fish. ”

"Yes. ”

"There are roots. ”......

"There are roots!"

"Ah, yes!" was bowing his head, secretly distracted, his eyes were squinting, and he suddenly came back to his senses, widened his eyes and said loudly.

"You go and tidy up the storage room with Rootless, and tomorrow you wipe the floor of the main hall. ”

"Yes. "Hearing the words, there are roots and weak tunnels.

Kedaoren bowed his head slightly and stopped talking.

Wugen and Yougen put their hands together, and after saluting to the Taoist together, they left the main hall of the Taoist temple and came to the door of the ear room where the miscellaneous items were piled up in the Taoist temple.

Wugen pushed open the low wooden door at the bottom of the ear room, bent down and crawled in.

Yougen followed in.

Then, Rootroot was dumbfounded.

From the outside, it's just an ordinary transept.

The only special feature is the wooden door that is half lower than the other transepts.

But in fact, in the ear house, it is a large space.

There was a root looking left and right, and his eyes swept over the colorful piles of animal skins, and some tattered tables, and some things that were not known but were piled up haphazardly.

Out of nowhere, Rootless pulled out two brooms and handed one of them to Root.

"Senior brother, you're done. ”

Yougen took the broom, leaned over to Wugen's side, and said curiously.

"Senior brother, how many things are in here?"

"I don't know, but the storage room is only cleaned on special occasions. Hearing this, Wugen's face showed a puzzled look, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "When I was a child, I heard Shizun say that the last time I cleaned it seemed to be two hundred years ago."

Yougen looked at the piles up, only saw the top, and couldn't see the end of the debris, and was speechless for a moment.

"Senior brother, why don't we divide the work. ”

As soon as Yougen finished speaking, he lost his rootless figure in front of him.

In the ear room, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing, and one root only saw the debris in front of him begin to roll.

It's like boiling water.

Three minutes later, a bright yellow spurted out of the debris and passed through Yougen's side.

"In the back, I've put it neatly, junior brother, you get what is in front of you, and you have to cook in the afternoon." Wugen pulled up the wooden doorknob of the ear room, bowed his head and walked out.

By the way, the wooden door was also closed.

Yougen looked at the pile of debris that gradually came to a standstill, and after a while, he came back to his senses.

Then, with a fanatical face, Yougen looked at the broom in his hand.

The vitality that was transported out of the body was injected into the broom.

The broom exploded.

Scattered stalks and withered stalks fell all over the ground.

"Why is this?" was unable to accurately control the root of the output of the vitality in the body, and his face was bitter.

By the time Yougen walked out of the ear chamber where the debris was stored, it was already late.

Outside the door of the transept, a wooden basin sits on the floor.

The pot contains four sweet potatoes.

Yougen picked up the already cold sweet potato, looked at the slender and bloated potato body, frowned, was silent for a while, and finally only sighed.

After eating the sweet potato, Yougen casually put the sweet potato skin into the grass under the corridor, and put the empty wooden basin in the ear room.

Then one went back to his earroom, rolled up the skin from the ground, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

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